Something about her feels comforting. Maybe it's just nice to meet someone of - if not the same stripe as him, then a familiar stripe. No more peppy world-saving self-sacrificing dumbasses. No more sad boys. Just sass. He can appreciate sass. "Heh," he says, smirking.

"Boat, yeah." He's not laughing at your joke, but his smile has definitely gotten wider. "Cruise ship, grew legs in the apocalypse, stomping around the wasteland now... something like that." He waves a hand, clearly not thinking it that important. "Though if you ask me, this funhouse was less of an attraction, and more of an accident. This is the first place on this ship I've seen any mirrors at all. If someone just shoved them all out of the way..."